eing only matter from the matrix,
a womb model molded,
a novel fruit unfolded from branches
advancing from the trunk or materia,
repayment debunk’d, one can only praise—
lexical root: mater; for mother,
I sing a lyrical Matris Gloria.
Glory to the mother
who brought forth the son
and his brothers.
The love of mother for her child,
unconditional and mild,
stretches beyond maturation,
past stretching time and the wingéd raven
into chaos vast, everlasting.
*[ WSB ].